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Showing posts with label Cathy Scott. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cathy Scott. Show all posts

Thursday, July 30, 2015


Below is a copy of a letter I just sent to Cathy Scott.  Cathy Scott is a woman who has written some crime books that seemed to me like she wanted to expose to the world another side of what's going on out there.  So I wrote to her like I'd also written to Ann Rule.  I wrote to Ann Rule a few years ago when I realized how much damage my grandmother's murder has done to generations of our family that still lives on.  I thought about doing a book like she does on the murder - only adding in that extra layer of how it's affected our family in different ways.

My father had a breakdown for example.  Deciding life was too short he embarked upon a white collar credit scam where he ripped off as much money as he could.  I sometimes think he's the reason why credit cards and bank cards now have "real time" accounting.   Because here's how his scam looked - he would open up a Sears card for example with a $200 limit.  In those days, they didn't report sales for two weeks.  So we would go to the hardware department and buy $200 worth of hardware.  Then $200 worth of clothing.  Then $200 in the appliance department.  Then another $200 in the electronics department.  Then after we'd hit every department - then we'd hit another Sears.  Then another and another until we had about five warehouses full of stuff.

Then he went and took out loans.  Only they didn't report you had a loan out for 30 days so he took out as many loans as he could all over Los Angeles county.  So he had something like 10 loans for $30,000 each.  Of course making sure it was my mother who signed all the papers.  Then once he had everything loaded into a house and warehouses in Las Vegas, Nevada - he told my mom she had to stay in Los Angeles to file the bankruptcy papers and fight back the police who were wanting to charge her with fraud.  He then told her he was going to rent us a house in Idaho, cleared out all those storage units - and left my mother and I stranded in a hotel with the rent coming due in three days and my mom out of work because she'd just had back surgery.

My uncle became the biggest drug dealer in Venice, California.  If you bought drugs in Venice, California during the 1980's you know my uncle.  He had a place right down at the beach where you could come in off the boardwalk, cop, and then go on to your party.  Because of his beachfront apartment, his Mercedes, and his money he got some wealthy women to give him a lot of stuff also and take care of him.  He actually supported himself still dealing during his first five years of sobriety in Pacific Group.  Many of his clients got sober through him leaving the table to go to an AA meeting - so I'm not one to judge.  I counted 100's actually of his clients who got sober watching his sobriety.  He even came and got me out of a bar in Hollywood when I was so delirious from a drug run I didn't even know where I was anymore.   All I could remember was his name to tell the operator to try and connect me.  He came and got me.  Let me sleep it off and then proved to me that "just one more" never works.

My aunt became a caretaker.  The stress I think has gotten to her because she has crippling depression and arthritis now.  I don't know how she copes with it.  Especially after losing two children.  She lost one shortly after the baby was born.  Then her 30 year old son was killed in a horrible car accident in the rain leaving behind a wife and two children.  After my mother died I was completely lost for a whle and couldn't even think straight because of the depression.  She helped guide me through a very bad time when I had police harassing me, my daughter we thought was severely bipolar, and I was in a lot of physical pain because of a stroke I'd just had and coping with the loss of my second marriage as well.  It was a tough time and I thank her for the emotional support at a time when I know she was having trouble holding onto her own ass.

So I can see the effects my grandmother's murder has had on all of us.  My real grandfather had died of alcoholism.  Falling down drunk one night, hitting his head, and then choking on his own vomit if I remember.  They lied to me for years when I was young saying it was a heart attack.  My grandmother then married another abusive man.  He would beat her and even broke her arm once.  I never liked him and they said I threw candy he'd tried to give me back at him when I first met him.  She knew she was going to die and had come to talk to me about "finishing school" the night she was murdered.  They say you can feel these things coming and I think she knew.  He waited for her to come home and then chased her down the street shooting her five times before she fell.

I had woken up the minute she was murdered with nightmares.  Then in the morning I woke up to the grown-ups all in my living room.  I saw a newspaper on the coffee table that read "Bell Woman Murdered" and realized that was my grandmother.  Harold, the murderer, got only five years.  Then swore he was going to murder my mother and myself.  He tried to find us for many years.  I'd have the school administration, or a landlord, telling me a man fitting his description was trying to find us.  That's why I started young not having an address easy to find.

But Ann Rule said she'd look at the manuscript when it was done and even said if she liked it she'd let her agent review it.  She was kind, supportive and encouraging to me.  It's one of the reasons I'm living in Los Angeles now . I want to get access to the court records of Harold's trial for the book.  I have photos of her I've been saving also.

The day I found out she had died I wrote to Cathy asking her if she thought doing a story on the new members Sex Workers Anonymous has been seeing that are veterans if she thought that would be a good or bad thing.  I see a lot of stories being done on the men being homeless, drug addicted, abusing their wives, with their legs shot off - all trying to bring attention to the fact these warriors and heroes need more help from the VA.  I'm seeing them have to prostitute to survive and I don't know if showing this would be helpful or harmful.  Since she'd just done a book about soldiers - I thought she'd be a good person to ask.

I already knew she wasn't interested in doing a book on sex trafficking or Iran Contra.  When I read her book on Rick "Freeway" Ross  I thought she might be interested in doing our story as a sequel so that's how I first had met her - reaching out to do our story as a part II to Rick's.  Until she told me "good luck" on finding someone who would write on the subject.  When I asked why she told me about Gary Webb's death.  When I said "oh I see you're afraid" she rejected that idea but the project as well.  She's not afraid but she just doesn't touch the subject.  I got it.

Knowing that she's friends with Rick "Freeway" Ross, and also Snoop, who he's been hanging out with since he got out of prison, doesn't surprise me that she doesn't want to write about the subject.  I've learned when people are turning a "blind eye" to one thing they have a very big "blind eye" to a lot of things - including how Snoop has this campaign suddenly that's taking over one high school at a time that's supporting pimps on these school grounds.   It's why I put up the site at

I've been listening to every interview Rick's done on Iran Contra and not once have I heard him touch on the sex trafficking part of the story.   Which maybe he wasn't aware of.  I don't know.  I didn't see him at any of the sex parties we threw for some of these drug lords.  I didn't see him on the landing strips.  I didn't see him at any of the meetings I was at like the one where the dentists got together in Woodland Hills and agreed to try and do the paperwork to bring cocaine legally into the country through their dental practice.  Or the meeting I was at when the Colombian who had the raw coca leaf needed to find a chemist in America who could help them to process it into paste so they asked me to help them find one.  So I don't know what he knows about it.

But I have tried to get onto some of the same interviews he's been on only to have the producers tell me they can't.  More than one has told me they'd be fired.  One radio host told me she'd been threatened not to even allow me to be a caller to the show where he talked about Iran Contra for two hours.  When I pushed to know why all she told me about was the audit that their station was going through and she couldn't risk "rocking the boat".  My ex-husband is on the board of that radio network and even he says he can't risk putting me on their station in any way because of the audit.  He's not speaking to me right now because he blames me for the audit in the first place.  Not knowing if Rick is aware of any of this I have been trying to reach him because whoever did kill Gary Webb is still walking around and a lot of people are sure trying to silence my side of the same story he's being allowed to tell for some reason.  I'd asked Cathy to help me speak to him or relay some information and she'd refused.

After I set up the I wondered if she'd react at all.  She sure did the day Ann died so maybe she was just waiting until Ann's friendship was severed before lashing out at me like she did.  Anyway, after I wrote a letter back to her - I thought I'd share it with you all.  I had to take out her email address so I sent it to myself before printing it.

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